7:30pm. Thursday night. 8-year-old boy comes into the house sheepishly. Whispers in his mother’s ear to come out to the driveway. Mother, still traumatized by the glitter quietly follows. Her son leads her to the car, her new car. At first it looks like a reflection. Then she opens the door of said car and stares. The boy is saying “sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry” The mother doesn’t even ask what happened.

Ohhh my Gooooddddd!!!!! Oh poor boy!.( Im sorry…I mean poor you…)
Can you imagine the fear of having to come into the house and tell you he broke your car!!!!! Oh man!!!! I hope you weren’t to hard on him….I hope you didnt lose it, cause I sure would…..Kids!!! Oh by the way Happy Birthday! LOL love you.